It is cloudless and blue and crisp and cold and beautiful and I am trying to wake up and why, why, WHY did I have that last beer last night? Oh, Lord. The holidays are trying times and as far as I can tell, we are our own biggest enemies.
Well, speaking for myself.
I had a wonderful time though. I danced with May and Jessie and Melissa and Lucia and Karen. The ladies, we danced. The mothers and the daughters, we danced.
And now it's time to slice and saute the celery and onions, to make stuffing for the bird and to get that thing in the oven. It's time to cut greens from the garden, to chop them and set them to simmer for the day. It is time to start the chaos which will, inevitably end with everyone being fed and let's not forget the biscuits and let's not forget the sweet potatoes and let's not forget to just be thankful (and even if we're mostly thankful that this time of year rolls around but once a year) and I am.
And for you.